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Stellar´s Jay

    Stellers Jay, 2011

    We travelled east from Vancouver and made a rest stop somewhere along the Skagit River.

    On a restroom sign sat a beautiful turquoise blue bird. We looked at each other and the bird showed no signs of fear or shyness. He posed, put his head to the side and sometimes he ruffled up his black head feathers. He flew a couple of times very close above our heads and we were so taken by this funny little bird. We had no idea what kind it was. Now I know that it can be found here and there in the western parts of Canada and the United States. He was named after George W Steller who “discovered” it first.

    Like its fellow species the Steller´s Jay produces lots of different sounds, rattling sounds and guttural calls. When worried it calls a hoarse and nasal “Wah”. It is also a good imitator. When he imitates the Red tailed hawk other bird get scared and flies away. The Steller´s Jay can imitate car horns too. They might spook some motorist who thought he was alone on the road. Another sound of this bird is described as “skrieka, skrieka” wich happens to be the Swedish word for this kind of bird.

    On our way back to Vancouver we stopped at the same rest stop near the Skagit River. And there he was again, the wonderful little turquoise bird.

    Among the trees

      Among the trees, 2009

      Trees can be so very old. How beautiful they are, and so patient.

      Some of them still lives on after hundred, even thousands of years. They are so firmly rooted and in such a perfect harmony with  the sun, the mushrooms, the spores and the animals. (Not always with humans though, but that is not their fault.)

      Other trees  cling on to hopeless places. They bend and suffer and get diminished. But they might make it anyway. Some don´t.

      Newly discovered beings

        Newly discovered beings, 2010

        With insects, I guess you can both admire them and be fascinated by them. For me this is true as long as they keep to themselves. When they crawl on me, snap at me or try to suck my blood I don´t like them so much anymore. Strangely, there are exceptions. It´s totally ok to have a marybug crawling up my arm and I would never harm one. Other beetles with different colored dots have to leave me alone. My heart bleeds for the poor bumble bee who is stuck on his back. So helpless he seems.  But a wasp I can easily kill with my electrical bug-racket. I get the feeling he wants to hurt me.

        There are insects that when you kill them just turns to dust. I feel sorry for them.

        Life at the bottom

          Life at the bottom, 2007

          Life at the bottom don´t have to be that bad. But you must learn how to swim of course.

          Life and death

            Life and death, 2008

            No place on earth can resist life, it seems. Life adapts, takes new forms and clings on to every imaginable place. In the sea, on the ground and in the sky.  In the center of this embroidery rests a human fetus, enclosed in its waiting to be born. The unborn baby´s umbilical cord reaches outside this embroidery.

            In the sea

              In the sea, 2007

              From the primeval sea we emerged. Sediments of the sea bottom grew on top of each other. We are the sum of our ancestors. In my primeval sea sperms, lizards and fish-riders lives side by side. Out of the clams shell a very surprised prehistoric relative takes a peep at the world.

              Red Canyon – a very strange and beautiful place

                Red Canyon, 2011

                The ground moved some sixty million years ago an so the Wind River mountain range and Red Canyon was formed.

                If you want to see it, drive 24 miles south of Lander, Wyoming. The area is bordering Wind river indian reservation where Shoshones and Arapahoes live today.

                Some places in the world are nice , some even beautiful.  But some places has magic and they make you feel wonder and awe. A feeling of  joy to be part of it all.  Red Canyon is just such a place for me.

                It is a desolate place with dirt roads, ghost towns and memories of once booming goldmines.

                There is evidence of over 10 000 years of human presence here. Nearby you can see prehistoric pictographs and petroglyphs almost 6 000 years old. Messages from ancient times and ancient peoples. The meaning of these strange artworks is lost to us now. It was a wonderful sight for us , when we visited. And perhaps also for the rattlesnakes who had made this site their home.

                From Red Canyon the Red Canyon creek feeds into the Popo Agie river. This river is a mystery. The waters rush down to suddenly disappear right in front of your eyes into a dark cave at the bottom of a cliff. So- the river disappears only to reappear again some hundred meters down in to a big dark pool. The river is, apparently, inside the mountain, rushing through invisible channels for miles and miles. If you would put a big red ball in the river as it enters the cave, you would have to wait for two hours before it can be seen again as the waters reach the cave exit.

                Strange place…

                A peaceful river

                  A peaceful river, 2008

                  A whole bunch of capybaras finds themselves on a floating island in the big, quiet river. In the forest, strange beings are doing strange things. But it´s all right, don´t worry! Two responsible wolfs makes sure nothing bad happens. And the aspen trees with their black eyes see everything.

                  In the dawn of mankind

                    In the dawn of mankind, 2011

                    This is the short story of mankind. Just to remind us.

                    00-04.00 o´clock: Nothing

                    04.00-20.30: Life forms with only one cell

                    20.30: Sea plants

                    20.50: Jellyfish and diacrara fauna

                    21.04: Trilobites

                    22.00: Plants on land and first land animals

                    22.24: Forests and the first flying insects

                    23.00: Dinosaurs

                    23.40: Dinosaurs dies out, era of mammals begins

                    23.59: Humans enter the world.


                      Oden, 2001

                      Oden was the wisest of all asa gods, and sad just because of that. He knew the end of time was close. He also knew that even the gods must die when Ragnarök, the twilight of gods, would come. Oden had power and wisdom but he also had unpleasant traits and was strongly associated with death. Among grave findings in the Oseberg ship in Norway (ad 850) there were woven pictures showing sacrificial offerings to honor Oden. He was sometimes called “the god of the hanged”. He even offered himself, to himself. In Havamal you can read that he hanged in the sacrificial-tree for nine nights.

                      It was through his own suffering that he, like a shaman, could get hold of his great knowledge and magical skills. His power was great. He could kill fire, calm the waves of the sea, turn swords around in the air, and seduce any woman and many other remarkable things. He could, like so many other mythological beings, change his appearance and transform himself to anything. But also he, the greatest of them all, must perish one day.